Qianling obviously also noticed the gaze of the cultivator, but he didn't say anything, stepped forward and bent slightly at the white-robed old man, but the latter did not react, still concentrating on drinking tea.

"I'll bring you here, in the Spirit Skill Palace, the Spirit Skills are like a sea, what to choose depends on your own chance, and I can't give much advice. Qianling was not surprised by this, turned his head, and said to the cultivator.

"But no matter what spiritual skills you cultivate, you must remember that you must not abandon the essence of my dry hall. Qianling put his hands behind his back and said.

Xiu Ling was slightly stunned, was silent for a while, and said softly: "Qianli?"

When he fought with Meng Hao, he had sensed that special power, if it weren't for the fact that he had the Demon God Source Power, he would definitely suffer a big loss under that kind of power.

Qianling was obviously extremely satisfied with this reaction of spiritual cultivation, he nodded lightly, and said: "In the Spirit Skill Hall, there is a dry stone, and all the disciples of the Spirit Skill Hall have obtained the dry power there, and this power will make your spiritual skill even more powerful..."

"Got it. ”

Xiu Ling nodded, he was also very interested in the so-called dry power.

"Let's go inside. ”

Qianling waved his hand, and the cultivator no longer hesitated when he heard the words, he bent slightly at Qianling, and stepped forward, and when he passed by the white-robed old man, he hesitated, and then bowed, and then walked into the stone tower.

Qianling looked at the figure of the cultivator gradually disappearing, exhaled lightly, looked at the old man, and said softly: "He is the little guy who scored stronger than Senior Brother Kaiyuan during the baptism of Silent Qi..."

The eyes of the white-robed old man who had never fluctuated finally fluctuated at this moment.

"Back then, Senior Brother Kaiyuan only meditated in front of the dry stone for three days, and he gained dry power, and I don't know what kind of performance the spiritual cultivation can have this time..."

"He may be the most promising disciple of the Qiandian in the past hundred years, if the senior brother is interested, you can pay a little attention..."Qianling looked at the old man and said in a low voice.

The old man was silent for a while, did not speak, but slowly put away the teacup, walked into the stone tower with slow steps, Qianling saw this, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, looking at this posture, it seems that the old man also has a lot of interest in spiritual cultivation...

"Little guy, obtaining Qianli is the first step to comprehend the inheritance of the Qiandian, if you can't even pass this step, the inheritance of the Qiandian, I'm afraid you will have to lose it..."

Qianling raised his head, looked into the tower, and immediately muttered softly......

With the sound of subtle steps, the cultivator slowly walked into the stone tower, and after a short period of darkness, the sight in front of him also suddenly expanded.

What appeared in the field of vision of the cultivator was a stone hall that was so vast that there was no end in sight, and the stone hall was filled with a vicissitudes of life, and the soft lights were jumping around, like elves.

This stone hall is extremely peculiar, there are no bookshelves in it, but there are stone tablets of different sizes, and on the stone tablets, there is a faint light.

Xiu Ling stood at the gate, looking at the almost endless spiritual skill stele, and immediately couldn't help but take a light breath, this is the essence of the super sect, such a number of spiritual skills, it is really a little terrifying...

At this time, in the stone hall, some figures could be vaguely seen, all of them staring at the stone tablet in front of them attentively, and some people sat on the ground, their eyes stayed on the stone tablet, as if they were immersed in the world of spiritual skills.

The pace of spiritual cultivation was light, slowly entering, slowing down, and quietly shuttling through this hall full of spiritual skill stone tablets, and at the same time, his gaze was constantly sweeping over those stone tablets, on which a dazzling variety of spiritual skills were recorded.

"Superior spiritual skills, the golden body is not bad. ”

"Superior spiritual skills, thousands of miles to find the enemy. ”

"Inferior spiritual skills, nine consecutive life slashes. ”

The spiritual cultivator's eyes swept over the stone tablets with a little dizziness, that kind of spiritual skills dazzled him, the spiritual skills collected by this spiritual skill hall obviously reached a rather terrifying number, these spiritual skills, just take out one and put it outside is enough to cause a bloody storm, but here, it is placed at random for the disciples to observe.

"When will this be found..."When the gaze of the cultivator swept over about 100 stone tablets, he finally shook his head helplessly, looking at them one by one, I am afraid that I will not be able to finish it for days and nights.

"Let's go to the dry stone first. ”

Xiu Ling raised his head, looked at the depths of the main hall, and then his pace suddenly accelerated, shuttling between the stone tablets, and now after about ten minutes, his pace finally stopped suddenly, and then, his eyes looked forward with a little shock.

A hundred zhang in front of it, there was a huge platform, and in the center of that level, a huge gray boulder about a hundred zhang was standing quietly.

The boulder is in the shape of a ball, the whole body is dark gray, and it seems to be covered with moss, and some fine cracks can be faintly seen, and an indescribable fluctuation constantly emanates from the boulder.

The cultivator stood in the distance, the fluctuation came to him, and immediately his body trembled suddenly, and even his divine consciousness was slightly in a trance, that feeling, as if he was in a dark world, looking at it, between heaven and earth, there was darkness, a sense of fear, permeating his heart, and even the spiritual power in his body was eroded by this feeling, and it was running more and more slowly.

Call!

A cloud of white gas, slowly spit out from the mouth of the self-cultivator, and his eyes were already filled with a thick and solemn color, that kind of fluctuation should be what Qianling said, "Qianli." "It's just that what emanates from this boulder far exceeds Meng Hao countless times.

"Is this a dry stone?"

The cultivator muttered to himself, and then looked around the platform, and around the dry stone, there were many disciples sitting quietly, absorbing the "dry power" emanating from the dry stone.

Xiu Ling groaned for a moment, and also stepped forward, and some disciples around Qianshi also looked at him when they heard the voice, and then there was a strange look in their eyes, obviously recognizing him.

However, Xiu Ling didn't pay much attention to these gazes, walked straight up to the stone platform, and then stopped in front of a gray stone tablet, on which there were ancient fonts.

"Dry power. ”

At the top of the stele, two ancient characters were imprinted into the cultivator's eyes, making the corners of his eyes jump slightly, and then his gaze gradually moved down, and he finished reading all the words recorded on the stele.

And as his gaze moved down, a look of surprise gradually appeared on Xiu Ling's face, because he found that this so-called "dry power." It turned out to be not a simple power, but an existence similar to the exercises, which was very different from what he had thought before. ...,

On the stone stele, what is recorded is the practice of cultivating "Qianli", and at the end, the cultivation of the soul also saw the real name of this exercise, Qiandu.

"The so-called dry power should be the power derived from the cultivation of this exercise."

Cultivating the soul thoughtfully, on the stone tablet, there is a record of the detailed cultivation method of "Qiandu", according to the above, Qiandu, it is very important, and it is a compulsory practice for the disciples of the Qiandian Palace.

And the cultivation method of this kind of exercise is also quite strange, and it is necessary to absorb the "dry power" from the dry stone first. In this way, it condenses into a dry power seed in the body, so as to nourish and grow this seed with spiritual power, and with the growth of the seed, the "dry power" it has will gradually become stronger.

To a certain extent, if you want to cultivate this exercise, you must first rely on the dry stone, otherwise, even if you know the cultivation method, it will be impossible to successfully cultivate it.

"It's kind of weird..."

Xiu Ling's eyes flashed slightly, and he once again took all the information recorded on the stone tablet into his heart, and then looked up at the giant dry stone in front of him.

Looking at this dry stone up close, you can detect its vicissitudes of life, and the traces on it are all left by the years, and it can be seen that the existence of this thing will not be short.

A hundred zhang away from the dry stone, there are many stone platforms for only one person to sit on, and on the stone platform, there are disciples of the Qiandian sitting cross-legged, absorbing the dry power emanating from the dry stone.

"This kind of dry power also seems to have an extremely strong corrosive power of the heavens..."The cultivator found that the closer he got to the dry stone, the stronger the dry power hovering there, but the surrounding disciples did not dare to go deeper, they all sat cross-legged hundreds of zhang away, absorbing the dry power that was free from the dry stone.

This scene made De Xiu Ling thoughtful, and his eyes looked around the dry stone, where even the space was a little unstable.

"I see",

The cultivator whispered to himself, and then a slight smile appeared on his face, and his heart once again turned the cultivation method of "Qiandu", and then after a little hesitation, he suddenly raised his foot and walked towards the dry stone.

The pace of spiritual cultivation was very fast, jumping over those disciples who were hundreds of feet away, and then the pace kept walking, and his actions were also very fast, and a low uproar broke out around the quiet surroundings, and many disciples of the Qiandian who were cultivating opened their eyes in astonishment, looking at the spiritual cultivation.

"Cultivating the spirit, don't approach the dry stone, you will be eroded by the dry force and lose your vitality!" a disciple couldn't help but shout.

"Thank you, senior brother, for reminding me. ”

Xiu Ling tilted his head and smiled at the disciple, but the pace was still non-stop, the strength was indeed strong, but in his body, there was something more terrifying than it.

At this time, the surrounding disciples all opened their eyes, pursed their lips and looked at the cultivator who was walking towards the dry stone step by step, and the fists in their sleeves were gradually clenched, they couldn't be more clear about how terrifying the dry power around the dry stone was...

Rustling.

On the entire platform, only the footsteps of the cultivators sounded, and everyone's hearts beat rapidly with the sound of footsteps.

And when the platform was silent, behind the stone monument not far away, an old man in a white robe also walked out slowly, he raised his head, the pair of eyes as black as ink, locked the direction of the spiritual cultivation, and then, the wrinkled old face, as if also drawn a slight surprise......